"Creel!" I yelled. "Creel! Are you alright!?!" Panic started filling my throat. I paced around, examining the floor under my feet. "Oh no no no no no...." I kept pacing "This can't be happening!" The memory of Compass falling through a hole 3 stories high and landing on the cold stone of the basement floor of his parents' old mansion filled my mind. He barely survived the fall. He was only 10 years old when that happened. I got on my heads and knees, despairing. "Creel!" I kept repeating. "Can you hear me??"
(Sorry for the late reply. This week has been QUITE busy for me.)